Hermione just looked at him for a moment; he seemed surprised that she'd discovered him. She still didn't quite understand why he'd been staring.
She was surprised he recognized what it was she was reading. "What's that suppose to mean?" She asked, though she hadn't been able to tell if he'd been trying to insult her or not. "Just because I read muggle poetry and I'm muggleborn doesn't mean much. I read just about everything. Besides, he's my favorite." Her tone wasn't attacking him so much as explaining and defending herself. She paused, glancing down at the book. "But it seems you know some about poetry. Do you, um, know any muggle authors?"